01MAY2022 – OCF Update – May Day Comrades!

May Day!  That glorious day when Soviet leaders would parade fake ICBM’s down the main street of Moscow to impress the world with their ability to make fake ICBM’s.  And the music.  Just inspirational.

Today is the second beautiful day in a row and I’ll be heading out with Camera Girl to photograph Spring!   You know, renewal, rebirth, everything blooming, all that crap.  She will be my driver and native bearer.  A sort of combination of Frank Buck’s right hand man Ali and a Sherpa guide.  Her job is to watch the road and if I shout to be let out on the road, she must try and find a spot where it won’t cause a major crash.  Then she returns to pick me up after a few minutes without law enforcement intervening.  It’s a delicate dance.

Yesterday I finally attacked the poison ivy.  So far I seem to have escaped without dissolving into a puddle of festering sores and bubbling flesh.  But there’s still time.

Today Camera Girl alerted me to a war going on in the field.  For the last three years running a pair of barn swallows have taken up residence in one of the blue bird houses I put up.  And for the third year running a blue bird shows up after they’ve set up house keeping and tries to dispute their ownership.  He’s like the Occupy Wall Street of birds.  And every year they kick his butt and send him packing.  These blue birds are pathetic losers and I am ashamed that I installed these houses for them.  No wonder they’re endangered.  I’m renaming the houses barn swallow houses.  I’ll leave the government and Section 8 housing for those shiftless blue birds.

 

Here’s one of their earlier attempts to steal back the house last year.

So anyway today will be Camera Girl and I at play in the fields of the Lord.  But I’m sure to be back later to complain about something else.  Enjoy the day.

 

Poetic Social Justice

Recently Governor Ron DeSantis of Florida threatened to take all the illegal aliens that the feds let into Florida and bus them to Joe Biden’s home state of Delaware.  This week Governor Greg Abbott of Texas took a page from the DeSantis playbook and started bussing his illegals to Washington D.C.

These are very good ideas.  But I think I have a better bus stop for these lucky illegals.  I think they should be shipped to that famous resort island of Martha’s Vineyard, Massachusetts.  That’s right.  Let them share the sun and surf with the likes of Barack and Michelle Obama, Bill and Hillary Clinton.  Also David Letterman, Ted Danson and Mary Steenburgen, Larry David and a host of other hyper-woke lefties.  They need to share their island paradise with the tired, the poor, the huddled masses yearning to breathe free and defecate on Larry David’s front porch.

And I don’t think I’m being spiteful.  These are the people who push open borders with every tweet and election rally.  They need to embrace the wonderful, smelly reality of flooding someone’s country with millions of desperate poor people.  In fact, they need to take the lead.  They must become the vanguard of overwhelmed American locales.  Watching Martha’s Vineyard becoming a northern latitude Haiti is right on so many levels.

I’m sure Massachusetts can legislate the construction of five or ten thousand Section Eight Housing units.  This would strike the correct balance between opulence and squalor.  There should probably be some kind of Critical Race Theory indoctrination center.  That way the children of the very rich and famous can discover how they are responsible for the poverty of their lice-infested neighbors.  And there can be mandatory struggle sessions.  Here these privileged youngsters can trade their money and possessions for some kind of atheist version of medieval indulgences.

I’d especially hope that the Obamas would open their hearts and their property to these prospective Americans.  And share their food, spare rooms and bathroom facilities during the summer season.  While they’re at it the wealthy denizens of the island can learn about the delightful and colorful sexual practices of these vibrant visitors.  Probably during the frequent home invasions that will be the talk of the summer season at this premiere vacation paradise.

You probably think I’m kidding.  I’m certainly not.  Disturbing the fabulously wealthy Left should be a focus of how politicians on the Right spend their time.  We could lavish a few tens of thousands of illegals each on Boston Massachusetts, Chappaqua and Sagaponack in New York, Beverly Hills, Montecito, Santa Monica and Los Altos in California and several other zip codes infested with the rich and woke.  I think if we were diligent enough it might start to sink into their heads that we’re onto their game of turning America into a banana republic while they live fat, dumb and happy in their segregated enclaves.

Think of the great publicity pictures that could be had by Project Veritas of poor destitute third world families being rounded up and removed from the Obama or Clinton oceanfront properties.  Poor little children evicted by Hillary or the Light Worker.  Very sad.  So, wake up red state governors.  Embrace creative destruction or political jiu jitsu or whatever you want to call it.  Make the Left own their positions and watch them sweat.  It’s going to be a long hot summer.

Johnny Eager (1941) – An OCF Classic Movie Review

Johnny Eager is a gangster melodrama starring Robert Taylor as the eponymous Eager and Lana Turner as his femme fatale, Lisbeth Bard.  Van Heflin plays Jeff Hartnett, Johnny’s alcoholic and intellectual side kick.  And to round out the major players Edward Arnold is John Farrell, a prosecutor and Lisbeth’s step-father.

(Spoiler Alert – Skip down to last paragraph to avoid spoilers and read recommendation)

When we first meet Johnny, he is cab driver arriving at his parole officer’s office to report on his reformed life.  Johnny was sent to prison for a laundry list of crimes associated with his status as a crime boss.  There he meets Lisbeth as a student studying criminology or sociology or some such nonsense.  After Johnny leaves the office, he heads to a dog track where supposedly his boss works.  But what we discover is that the cab is just a front and Johnny is still a crime boss.  He’s working to get his dog track licensed and up and running so that he can start bringing in millions in legal betting.

By a strange set of circumstances Lisbeth ends up seeing through his disguise and starts a romance with her new criminal boyfriend.  While the romance is blossoming, we also get to see Johnny’s business style.  He portrays a likeable persona to his gang members and even the general public but when anyone crosses him, even old friends, he exhibits complete ruthlessness.  And it’s during these moments that Jeff acts as a mocking but honest mirror for Johnny to know his own evil.

As the central device of the story, Johnny decides to use Lisbeth’s love for him to force John Farrell to allow his dog track to open.  Johnny sets up a phony attack on himself by one of his thugs and during the fight Lisbeth tries to save Johnny from being knifed by picking up a gun and shooting the thug.  Johnny convinces her that she has killed the man.  Actually, the gun was loaded with blanks.  Lisbeth is devastated to think she has killed a man and stops eating and sleeping.  Johnny takes advantage of the situation to blackmail Farrell into licensing the dog track.

But when Johnny realizes that he has destroyed Lisbeth’s life he decides to do the right thing.  He proves to Lisbeth that the man she thinks she’s killed is alive and further he pushes Lisbeth into the arms of her old boyfriend who has been trying to save her from Johnny.

And of course, all the machinations he performs to prove that the thug is still alive ends up sparking a gun battle between Johnny and his evil associates.  The movie ends with Johnny killing his enemies but also being shot up by them and then finished off by a policeman coming on the scene.

This not a great movie.  This is not even a great gangster movie.  But it is entertaining.  And that is almost entirely based on Robert Taylor’s performance.  He provides an engaging personality as the likeable devil.  We know that Johnny is evil but he is smart, charming and most of the evil he does is directed at other denizens of the underworld.  In a way, the worst part of the movie is his final conversion to a caring human being. In its day the critics enjoyed Van Heflin’s character for his witty irony.  I thought he was annoying.  I’ll recommend this movie to fans of 1940’s gangster movies who don’t mind a heavy handed “crime doesn’t pay” message at the end.

13MAR2022 – OCF Update – Car Show

 

This morning Camera Girl and I are headed out to the car show.  As her name implies Camera Girl will serve as my native bearer, a sort of female photographic Sherpa carrying my gear and also acting as a body guard, ready to throw herself at any danger giving me the chance to flee for my life.  She feels it is her duty and a great honor.  Look I don’t make the rules I just follow them!

For that reason there will be a lull in my responses.  But I shall return!

27FEB2022 – OCF Update – Doing It Old School

Winter, Sony A7 III, Voigtlander 10mm f\5.6 lens, 22APR2021 – Photo of the Day

Today was my appointment to move the snow from the bottom driveway.  It’s a less important chore because in the winter we don’t have as much need to clear the way to the bottom floor.  Only if there’s a big party or something do we need the space for a bunch of cars.  But I like to keep the driveways clear of snow and so it was on the list.  But about three quarters of the way through I noticed that the snow blower was malfunctioning.  It was veering to the right (which sounds reasonable with something I own) and forcing me to push it in the other direction.  What had happened was that the left wheel was no longer receiving power from the engine.  Not knowing whether it was something I could fix myself I abandoned the machine and decided to handle the rest of the snow with a shovel.

Well, that was easier said than done.  The snow had been rained on after falling and was now pretty solidly a giant block of ice about six to twelve inches deep.  I tried breaking it up with my shovel and only accomplished cracking the shovel off of the handle.  A lesser man would have been chagrined but not I.  I have this shovel that is used for skinning shingles off of a roof.  It has a flat bladed and is thin at the bottom but pretty substantial higher up.  I spent a goodly amount of time breaking up the iceberg that was my bottom driveway and then shoveling it onto the pile at the edge of the grass.

It was quite a workout but surprisingly I felt much more energized after finishing it and taking a shower than I had felt before starting the task.  Granted, if I had been forced to do the entire driveway that way it would have taken three days.  And by the end of the job, I would not be anywhere near as chirpy as I am right now.  Still, it’s good to know that I haven’t fallen yet into the level of decrepitude that Camera Girl assumes I have.  She’s always warning me about not overexerting myself.  Women!

Of course, now I have to figure out whether to send the snow blower out for repair or try to do it myself.  If I knew this was the last major snowfall of the season, I wouldn’t worry about trying to fix it myself.  But if the next one is a foot of snow, I’d be in big trouble without the machine.  So commonsense says call up the shop and get this puppy fixed.  Well so much for my rugged self-sufficiency.

Camera Girl is making my favorite meal tonight and I told her she did it because of my macho activities today have inspired her womanly domestic side to honor me.  She shook her head and kept stirring the sauce she was making.  That’s just an act she puts on to tease me.  I’m not fooled.  She senses my power and I tolerate her play acting.  Ah, “the timeless art of seduction” as Cosmo Kramer once noted.

So, as you can see, I’ve been busy today but here are a few things I noticed.

I read someone’s substack claiming Biden wanted the Russians to invade the Ukraine to get Germany to shut down Nord Stream 2.  I don’t know.  I have a hard time thinking about Dementia Joe playing 4D chess against Vladimir Putin.  I can more easily believe that the LGBTQ Nazis in his State Department demanded that Ukraine be admitted to NATO to ensure the protection of sodomy.

The wire services are claiming that the Ukrainians are valiantly repulsing the savage Rus at every turn.  Somehow, I find this unlikely.  I did read that Russia and Ukraine are going to have a parlay in Belarus.  My guess Putin will offer these terms.  In exchange for permanent neutrality by Ukraine and no NATO admittance, the rump Ukraine can go about its business.  The new states that Putin has carved out of Ukraine will remain independent for now.  Should be interesting to see how this goes.

A new week begins and March is coming in like a lamb.  Which tells me it’ll go out like a lion.  I better get that snow blower fixed.

07JAN2022 – OCF Update – Old Man Winter Wakes Up

07JAN2022 Snowfall

Well it was bound to happen.  We at least were given a pass during the holidays so I can’t complain.  The good side is it’s fun to look out the window and enjoy the warmth of the presently restored heating system.  The bad news is I’m going to be spending a bunch of hours clearing driveways, balconies, staircases and porches.

So today may not be the most productive writing day I’ve managed lately.  But I’ll do my best.

Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow

07JAN2022 Snowfall

Star Trek – The Original Series – Complete Series Review – Season 3 Episode 15 – Let That Be Your Last Battlefield

I think this episode can be summed up with one phrase, “Frank Gorshin with his face painted black on one side and white on the other.”  I think that alone provides enough insight into just how low the bar was now set for scripts.  So, there is a planet blah, blah, blah where some of the people are black on the right side and white on the left side and the rest of the people have the colors reversed.  And one group is the elite and the other group is oppressed as a lesser race.  Gee I wonder where the writer came up with that idea?

Oh, it’s pointless to go through this thing.  In synopsis, Kirk is trying to referee two of these zebra people.  One is a lawman trying to extradite his fugitive back to their planet for punishment.  He uses his magical brain powers to force the ship to go where he wants it.  Kirk holds him off temporarily by using the destruct sequence.  But the alien lawman then deactivates the sequence.  Finally, they get to the world and everyone is dead.  They killed each other off to the last striped individual.  Now get an even stupider sequence.  We are subjected to Spock narrating the two striped boobs chasing each other through the ship, “He has passed rec room 3.  He’s drinking from water fountain H42B.  He’s taking a bathroom break at urinal U13.5.”  And both runners look like they’ve been sprinting for a week instead of just jogging in a relatively small ship.

Frank Gorshin and his prey transport off the Enterprise and continue their pursuit on their dead world.  Uhura and Kirk mumble some inanities about all the two men have left is their hate.

I object to this episode because it lacks sensitivity toward penguins and zebras which are both species that are black and white.  Wouldn’t it have been better if the men were half blue and half green?  Although aren’t there some parrots that are blue and green?  Oh, what’s an anti-racist to do?

This episode sucks.  I give it a 0 // 0.  And that’s even though I liked the destruct sequence bit.  The rest of it was actually in the negative rating range.

The 2022 Mindset

What progress we’ve made in the last few years is mostly in the form of changes to mindset.  The days of voting for team red and hoping for the best are over for many of us.  Allegiance to a party or a politician is now a transactional relationship.  I give you my vote.  You receive a salary or power or graft or all of the above in return for you stopping my enemies from taking away my freedom.  That is the bargain.  If party or politician fails to do those things then we look for an alternative mechanism to get what we want.  And that alternative may go all the way to leaving the city or the state or even the country for greener pastures.

But that is only one dimension of what the new mindset means.  More fundamentally it means that you examine everything in your life through a different lens.  I look at every company, person, service to see if it helps my enemies.  If it does, I look for a way to avoid that relationship or at least to minimize the damage it causes our side or maximizes the inconvenience it causes their side.  Basically, I’ve introduced spite as an operational part of my lifestyle.

Of course, the better way is to find a way to help our side.  If I can find a social network that caters to our people, I’ll use it and support it.  If a corporation is friendly to our side or even if it just explicitly says it won’t punish our side then I’m a loyal customer even if it’s slightly more expensive than the woke competition.  And finally, finally, finally these sorts of opportunities are beginning to appear.  Donald Trump’s social network and Rumble and domain hosts like RightForge and even some payment providers that cater to the non-woke are coming into existence.  These need to be examined carefully to avoid any grifters who only want to take advantage of the Right.  But for the legitimate providers of services this should be a high priority for those who claimed they want to support our side.

2022 will be the chance for voters to reward those who tortured us with COVID fascism.  There are enough people in the middle who saw their children treated as pawns by the teachers’ unions and the Democrats to allow us to flip the tables on these creeps.  Virginia is the proof that there is enough appetite for revenge that lots of moderately blue areas can be pushed to the Right.  And that can be very valuable for 2024.  Places like Virginia, Michigan, Pennsylvania, Arizona and Wisconsin need to put in place laws that prevent election fraud, even the old-style election fraud that Democrats commit in large cities.  It’s entirely possible that with not too much effort a Republican president and Congress can be ensured in 2024.

And 2022 will be the chance for a lot of the cities and states to do something about the George Floyd nullification of law and order.  Certainly, some of the cities are beyond hope.  San Francisco, New York, Portland and Chicago are terminally progressive.  Only salting the Earth makes sense in these places.  But maybe some of the other places are ready to change.  Or maybe the states they reside in are ready to do something about the lawlessness, even if only to quarantine them from the rest of the state.

But as stated above the change that occurred and was confirmed in 2021 is in our mindset.  We owe no allegiance to the people who hate us.  They are not our countrymen.  They are citizens of the global hive.  Their interests and our own are diametrically opposed, so helping yourself and harming them are almost always the same thing.  In the last few weeks, I’ve heard more and more of the usual suspects starting to make the “Why can’t we all just get along?” noises.  Don’t listen, don’t believe them and don’t buy into it.  That’s just the media whining that no one is paying to read their tripe.

So, get ready for 2022.  Things are still plenty horrible.  Terrible people are in charge of the federal and many of the state and local governments.  Our freedoms have been usurped by bureaucrats and deep state stormtroopers.  But the truth is emerging from the shadows and our enemies have made themselves hated and ridiculous.  Their incompetence and insanity are destroying their legitimacy.  Protect yourselves and avoid their malice.  2022 will be better than 2021.

Another Brain-Dead Dem Called Out By His Own Party

Another crack in the facade of United States of Woke.  Another city slipping into lawlessness, another head prosecutor who refuses to prosecute criminals.  Another Democrat waking up to the consequences of demonizing the police.

Larry Krasner is the District Attorney for Philadelphia.  Philadelphia has experienced 521 murders this year.  You have to go back sixty years to find that total previously.

At a Monday press briefing, Krasner told reporters: “We don’t have a crisis of lawlessness, we don’t have a crisis of crime, we don’t have a crisis of violence.”

Michael Nutter was Philadelphia mayor from 2008 to 2016.  He is a Democrat and he is black.  Not exactly an anti-progressive kind of guy.  Here’s what he has to say about Krasner’s statement:

“Larry Krasner owes an apology to the 521 families of Philly’s homicide victims.  …

Krasner should also use his words to send a message to the shooters, murderers, and criminals of this city by committing to actually prosecute them, rather than coddle them, make excuses, reduce or drop charges. He should commit to locking them up for carrying illegal weapons or shooting people.

If Krasner does not have the fortitude or the guts to carry out those duties, he should resign and turn things over to someone who is not trying to sell Philadelphians on the false choice of having either public safety or police reform.”

Too little, too late?  Probably.  But it might wake up a few more Democrats.  Maybe they won’t ruin the next city they move to.